“I think I should give you a blow job.”
“You should?”, with a grin.
He asks me to “give him 15 minutes” so he can complete some tasks at the computer.
Mean time, I do a couple little chores. There’s some spills on the floor near my room. There’s a trade of bath products I’ve been meaning to make. And also I wanted to check on some financial stuff for school.
I checked on the financial stuff and sure enough, memory served me correct and all is well from what I can tell. I said as much to Remus. “I knew it! They’re just trying to freak me out!” I say that knowing the utter lack of logic in that comment. I am sure that the college has better things to do than try to freak me out. Nevertheless it makes me feel better to declare that “They” didn’t win!
All of these little tasks took far longer than 15 minutes. I’ve also had a snack and finished a chapter in my book.
After my freak out comment, I watched him at his desk looking like he’s not remotely done with his tasks…
“This is a very long 15 minutes.”
Does the man not understand that blow job moods are capricious?!